 I did not know I was being used by the enemy. That makes some sense, huh? Now I am a poor French woman in Egypt without credentials. I must exist as best I can. When there is an opportunity to sell munitions and guns into Egypt, what can I do? The trucks are taking munitions into the desert? Oui. But I did not know... Who's the deal with, Suzette? It is a bad deal. Come on, never mind the gin. Who'd you sell the stuff to? There...